Date: Sun, 26 Jul 2009 19:59:19 -0400
From: tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: "The Only Girl for Me" story

			   THE ONLY GIRL FOR ME
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     I saw a tangle of legs and arms draped on the couch as I walked into
the living room. That was coupled with the usual sounds of a man and woman
kissing and hugging and grinding against each other. I did what I always
did in this situation, I walked over and said, "Am I interrupting
something, I hope, ihopeihopeihope?"
     That won me a chuckle from Barry and a grunt from my sister. "Can't
you go somewhere else?" she whined.
     "I was just thinking that about you two." I said. "I'll be glad when
you two are married and this is over with."
     "Over with?" Barry asked.
     "Oh, sure, a couple of weeks of marriage and she'll start pushing you
away any time you try that." I said with an "I know something you don't
know" smile. I didn't know, but Barry didn't know I didn't know, if you
know what I mean.
     "I will not!" my sister retorted.
     "You mean you're going to do this all the time?" I said. "Going to
look funny at the PTA meetings, won't it?"
     Barry laughed again, which was my entire point. Tousled black hair
(tousled by my sister) of a lustrous sheen, dark eyes upon a face more
pretty than handsome, but pretty in a boy-next-door style, not anything
high-and-mighty. Just a big, fun-loving kid of a man, only Barry was
twenty-two three years old than me, and he was going to marry my sister in
another two weeks. He had a nice job, nothing high-paying, but it was
enough to let him marry and plan on getting a house maybe ten years down
the road. My sister would probably have to work, too, unless his job really
took off. But they were in love (obviously, witness what I had just seen,
and seen all too often these past months), so they were going to tie the
knot in two more weeks.
     I exchanged a bit more banter with them, enough to get them to
untangle and sit upright on the couch and Mom came in about then. "Oh,
there you are, Eric." Mom said to me. "I've been looking for you."
     "Whatever it was, I didn't do it!" I said quickly.
     "Oh, you silly!" That was Mom's usual reaction to my humorous jabs. "I
meant that I need you to take Barry up to your room."
     "I figured he'd be sleeping with Amy." I said.
     "So did I." Barry chimed in and Amy (my sister) slapped at him.
     "He needs to share with you." Mom said. "I'm keeping the Jacobsen's
two boys tonight."
     There went the spare bedroom.
     "I can sleep down here on the couch." Barry offered.
     "Nah, it's cool." I said. "I have a big bed. As long as you don't
snore, and you don't forget it's me in that bed instead of Amy, we'll be
fine."
     "So don't snore and don't hump his leg." Amy attempted her own humor.
     "I'll keep that in mind." Barry agreed.
     The Jacobsen twins pretty much monopolized the dinner which
followed. Barry chatted quietly with Amy on his own side. Me, I pretty much
kept watching Barry.
     I can't fault my sister her taste in men. I wish I'd found someone
like Barry. And my stomach was twitching at the thought of having him in my
bed. He was staying over because he and my sister were going on a trip with
some friends for the weekend, leaving early in the morning. I could sleep
late the next morning. Maybe I should make a late night of it, sleep on the
couch myself.
     I was eating popcorn and watching a movie at 10:00pm and the twin
brats were in bed. "Hey, roomie!" Barry called. I looked up and he was
wearing only an old red t-shirt with some faded white writing on it (either
a college or a sports team) and a pair of loose blue shorts. "Time to hit
the sack."
     The brats were asleep, my Mom and Dad were as well, and my sister was
probably doing her nighttime regimen of beauty that involved white gunk on
her face and curlers. Just me and Barry.
     I looked up at him, his slender but appealing body comfortable in
those clothes, below that, his legs lightly dusted with hair down to his
bare feet, above that his face, open and friendly, and I said, "Sure, let's
go." And my plans for a late night dissolved into so much mist. I killed
the light, put the bowl of half-eaten popcorn on the coffee table, and went
after him.
     My room was designed in latter-age college guy. Clothes all over, the
bedsheets in disarray, desk overflowing with books, notebooks and
papers. Barry walked through it with the easy grace of long experience. At
age 22, his own bedroom probably looked the same. "Which side do you
prefer?" he asked me.
     "Uh, you're leaving at six a.m., you'd better take the near side." I
said.
     "Good, so, strip and climb in." Barry gestured.
     I gulped a bit at that, I normally wore only my briefs. Should I dig
out a pair of shorts like Barry had on to sleep? Only I didn't know where I
had put them, and digging around while Barry waited didn't seem like a good
idea.
     I shucked my shirt and shoes and socks while thinking this. My hands
went to my pants. "Uh, how are you going to sleep?" I asked Barry.
     "Like I usually do." Barry said unhelpfully.
     "I wear my briefs." I said with an effort. "Nothing else."
     "That's about what I wear." Barry said.
     Reassured, I stripped to my briefs and got into bed. Scooted over as I
looked up at Barry. He was stripping out of his own t-shirt. I feasted my
eyes on his body, Barry wasn't muscular so much as he was smooth and
clean-lined all over, everything in smooth proportion. And Barry pulled
down his shorts and he wasn't wearing a thing underneath. I gawked at the
white banana that dangled free there. And Barry was climbing into bed
beside me.
     "I...I thought you wore briefs to bed like me." I said as he sidled in
next to me.
     "You said you wore your briefs and nothing else." Barry informed
me. "And I said that was about what I wear. About, I said. Just like you,
only without the briefs. Nothing else."
     "Oh." I said.
     Barry put a warm hand on my chest. "Hey, you're not going to freak out
on me, are you?"
     "I guess not." I said. "I've never had a naked man in my bed before,
that's all."
     Barry's hand slid up and down my chest, not aggressively, just sort
of...friendly. "That's not what your sister tells me."
     "Huh?"
     "Amy says she thinks you're gay." Barry clarified.
     "Oh."
     "Are you?"
     I was quiet a moment. It's one thing to realize you're gay, another to
start telling people about it. I'd had naked men in my bed before...just
never one I wasn't allowed to touch. "What if I am?" I asked him in
return. "Would that bother you?"
     "If it did, why would I be naked in your bed?" Barry returned. "And
why would I be doing this?" And his hand, which had been circling lazily on
my chest, slid deliberately down my midline toward my basket.
     I had a full-on boner by the time it got there. Barry said, "Yeah,
there it is." And he began to worm his hand into my briefs.
     "But...but what about Amy?"
     "When I proposed to Amy, I told her she was the only girl for me."
Barry said as his hand found its way inside and began to slowly creep over
my dong like a huge amoeba. "And I meant that." And the amoeba, fully over
my prong, closed about it. "But you're not a girl."
     "Yeah?" I said. Well, moaned.
     "Yeah." Barry said. "So you're still fair game."
     "I am?" I gasped. Oh, God, his hand was a magic stroke machine! I
fought my briefs down off from around those wonderfully talented fingers,
gave him stroking room. "But...what about when you're married?"
     "We'll have to be careful." Barry agreed. "Sort of why I'm hoping it
can be you and me. You right here in the house and related by marriage and
all."
     "Oh, Jeez!" I moaned. Barry had some very open ideas about marriage,
that was for sure! "Barry...I don't know about this!"
     "I'm not asking you to marry me, too!" Barry said. "We'll try it and
see how it works out. Okay?"
     With those fingers on my cock and Barry still unrelated to me, I
surrendered to my dark side. "Okay." I said. "I guess. For now."
     "Good!" And Barry's head followed his hand down my body and he
squirmed around in bed.
     Realizing his plan, I scooted down with him and soon we were
face-to-crotch and that marvelous banana of his was dangling in my face
while my own organ was plunged into a warm darkness filled with a slippery
snake of a tongue that slithered around my shaft and sensually slid itself
up and down and across. I was ready to cream my load right then and there!
     But his dong distracted me, it deserved my undivided attention, and I
opened my mouth and levered it into me, closed around it.
     "Oooohhh!" Barry groaned, lifting his head up off my shaft to croon
that bit of joy. "Oh, yeah, like that, Eric, like that!"
     I hadn't done anything yet! I began to wiggle my head up and down, the
best I could do with Barry right on top of me, and that earned me more
moans from my sister's boyfriend on top of me. God, my sister had landed
such a hot stud! I'd heard those groans of his while they made out on the
couch, and I was sure that they were lovers at least now and then (and
probably while on this weekend trip), but tonight, he was mine, those moans
were for me, for me!
     I hunched up at Barry more aggressively, ramming my nose into his
balls in the process, and he went over onto his side, and I followed him
over, now we were both twisted on the bed, lower halves on our back and our
heads and upper shoulders over each other, and now Barry and I could nurse
each other unimpeded. God, this man was talented. I wasn't his first male
lover by a long shot, nobody sucks cock as good as he does without a lot of
practice. I wasn't as good as he was, my own lovers could be counted on my
hand with fingers left over (none of your business how many), but I managed
to keep wringing those marvelous musical notes from him. I figured this was
what we'd do the entire way through. Two guys sucking each other, not such
a big deal in some people's books. Just one step up from the grab-dick
everyone does when younger.
     But Barry paused and said, "You getting close, Eric?"
     "Yeah." I groaned. I'd been close for some time here, only my own
desire to prolong this had let me hold my passion at bay. "I can come
anytime you're ready."
     "Well, hang on a bit longer and I'll let you have a good one." Barry
said. He shifted away from me and I lay on my back and watched as Barry's
clean, white, lithe form maneuvered over and onto my lap. I felt his hand
grasp me just long enough to guide my cock (experienced, indeed!) into his
sphincter. I felt it like a hot ring around my glans, and then it was
closing about me as my prong delved deeper and deeper into his pert, slim
buttocks and that magnificent hot place in between.
     Barry grinned down at me, that same wonderful smile I spent so many
jokes to earn from him, and he said, "Now, I'm going to start riding
you. Whenever you're ready, you go ahead and blow, just let me know you're
doing it, all right?"
     "Okay!" I gasped.
     Barry began to rock upon me and I found his asshole clutching me as he
did so. I don't mean it was there, I mean it was actively grabbing at me!
I'd never felt a man with this much control down there, the most that most
guys can manage is to relax enough to let you fuck him. Barry was doing
more than that, he had the ability to work my dong with his butt
muscles. And I was helpless under that attack.
     "Oh, oh, God!" I gasped. "Barry! I'm! I'm! Going! To! To! Come!"
     And when I said that, Barry shifted into overdrive, I felt his ass
absolutely rippling on me, he didn't do it for very long, a few seconds and
then he stopped entirely, but that was enough to make me writhe in an
overheated climax and I let out a howl enough to wake the entire house and
I creamed up inside of him!
     Barry had went down onto his hands on either side of me, and his face
only a foot or so above me, and when I shot my load, he looked at me, his
face softened into doll-like brilliance and sweat beaded and dripped off
that narrow, straight nose and as it did, he let out a soft sighing sound
unlike his usual exuberance, and when he did, his cock sprayed my stomach
with a hot flood of his jizz. Me still pelting up inside him, all active
and wild under him, and Barry smooth and lost in his quiet rapture above me
and somehow that was very, very right.
     Barry finished and sagged down onto me, I felt my jism squishing
between our bodies.
     A gentle tap at my door. But it didn't open, Mom respected my
privacy. "Are you two okay in there?" she wanted to know.
     "We're fine, Ma!" I said. "Just...just horsing around."
     "Well, you two get some sleep now. Barry has to get up early in the
morning."
     "All right, Ma!" I said and that was all and just as well, I was
totally out of breath making that sound normal when I was barely breathing!
     Barry began to laugh when Mom moved away. "Just horsing around. Yeah,
I was riding you all right."
     "Yeah!" I managed a weak chuckle myself. "You'd better get some sleep,
too."
     "Maybe." Barry said.
     And damned if Barry didn't come after me again an hour later. I'd just
gotten to sleep and found his hand on my body and I ended up in another
head-to-toe match that this time, we ended up blowing our wads down each
other's throats.
     The third time was just before the alarm clock went off. We were still
hot and sweating (Barry had ridden me hard again, he admitted he could only
manage that butt-milking trick a couple of times then he had to rest his
sore butt muscles for a week or more) and the alarm went off. Barry was on
top, he snaked a hand over and slapped it off.
     "Time for me to go be a good boyfriend to your sister." he said to me.
     "Me, I'm going to sleep until noon!" I groaned. "Yeesh! I hope Amy
knows what she's getting into with you."
     "Don't worry." Barry said. "By tonight, I'll be fully recharged and
ready to give her the ride of her lifetime."
     "Lucky her!" I said with feeling.
     Barry grabbed his bag and went into my bathroom. I lay there, my bed
soaked with our sweat and tried to get back to sleep.
     Was I going to keep sleeping with him, especially after he married my
sister? God, a lover like Barry was something special! And with him my
sister's husband, we'd spend a lot of time together. On the other hand....
     Well, I'd have time to think about it. And if I did decide to keep
this up, it was like Barry had said--my sister was the only girl for him.
     And I wasn't a girl!

				  THE END
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